Oi

I drank for twelve hours straight yesterday and it did not dull the pain of Michigan losing to OSU. Brett and I started drinking before the game actually, as we made chili and Evan played FEAR til game time. In that twelve hour span I put away roughly 22 or 23 beers, but after you're out of the teens does the number really matter? Not really. I got home around 415ish. This afternoon. Yeah, it was one of those nights where drinking was just more important than the following day's productivity. Brett and Evan and Tim went to the new Bond flick this afternoon but I was not sure my head could take the large screen and loud explosions. It's not a hangover really, those don't happen to me often, I just required lots of water this afternoon when I woke up, and some ibuprofen too. Once I was past that unky stage between asleep and awake I was fine. And I leave you with a quote from Tim that pretty much sums up last night very well, "When Evan Hoffman calls you an alcoholic, you know there's something wrong."

Hey, at least I'm fun.